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Nosy Neighbor By: Allan Jerison
My backyard is fairly private. There is a high wall across the back, lined with tall Oleander bushes. And while there are only 5-foot high fences along the sides, both of those sides are also lined with tall trees and bushes, giving me a very private yard. That is, except for one 5-foot section along the south side. That tree died and I had to take it out, leaving that small gap visible from my neighbors' backyard.
My neighbor was a very nice guy - although short, he was good looking. I loved watching him do yardwork during the summer, because all he wore were tight yellow shorts. He was very muscular and cut up real nice. Of course, working out was about all he had to do, since he had no family and I never saw any guy friends or girlfriends over there. I had seen him in his backyard a couple of weeks before, and I strongly suspected he might be gay because of what I had seen. But I did not have anything solid that I could confirm my suspicions by. For all I knew, he could have been a very open minded straight man, or even possibly bisexual. I had long wondered whether or not he was actually gay. This was the night I would find out.
He came over about 8:30 and rang the bell. My kids were sound asleep and since I was divorced, he did not wake me up at all. I had just been on the Internet, as a matter of fact, when he arrived. I opened the door and was surprised to see him. "Hey, Aaron, how are you?" I asked.
"Great, Allan, thanks." He answered. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"Please do," I replied, stepping aside so he could come on in. I was very puzzled. What was he doing there? He never spoke to me casually, and he had never before come over and asked to come in. Maybe my dog had been a problem to him, I thought. But why would he need to come inside to tell me about that? I was certainly curious to find out what he actually wanted.
"I, uh, don't really know how to say this," he began. He was acting kind of nervous. Suddenly, I was not sure if I really did want to know what he had to say.
"Do you want to sit down?" I asked.
"No, not until I've started, uh..." he trailed off and looked at me closely. I was not sure what it was I saw in his eyes, but the more I looked, the more I knew I wanted to have sex with him. Suddenly, he stepped right up in to me, put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. While I was surprised by the kiss, I was even more surprised when his tongue entered my mouth. He pulled himself next to me, and I could feel him getting hard. He had to feel my boner starting to come to life, as well.
I did not know what to think. He pulled back, waiting for me to say something. I looked over at him and could only think to say, "Aaron, I didn't know you cared."
He looked nervous enough to puke. Then he looked like he might run. Suddenly, that was the last thing I wanted him to do. I had to put him more at ease, somehow. So I said, "I never thought I would get kissed from someone as good looking as you are."
"So you are gay?" he asked.
"Well, not actively," I replied truthfully, "but that does not mean I'm not interested. Give me another kiss and maybe we'll talk some more about it." I smiled at him, and he smiled back, his eyes brightening. He came in for another kiss and once again we kissed long and deep. The feel of his scruffy face against mine had me painfully hard in no time. Having his strong arms around me was unbelievably romantic, and made my legs feel like rubber. But nothing compared to the way he worked his powerful tongue inside my mouth. He was definitely an expert at this! And as he pressed his body against me, I felt that he was fully hard and ready to use his cock.
I pulled back - curious about what brought all this on - and said, "Do you want a beer?"
"Sure."
I got one and had him sit down on the couch. I sat next to him, but not too terribly close. I was within his reach, though, and could smell his cologne. He wore Aspen, which was my favorite. But before anything, I had to know what it was that made him suspect I was gay. What did I do to make him boldly come over and make a move? I had given no signs to anyone about my hidden desire, so I had to know what clued him in.
"What made you think I might be gay?" I asked.
"Well, it started about a month ago," he answered...
One of the things I enjoy doing during the day is sunbathing. Left to myself, my skin is a sickly, pasty white. So I wanted to have a nice tan, and the easiest way to get it was by sunbathing. My kids were spending the summer with their mother, so I was free to do as I wished with my time. I started lying out in shorts. Then in my underwear, then by mid-summer I was laying out naked.
But lying there exposed in the sun was exciting to me. The thrill of being out there for the entire world to see would turn me on. So every day, about 10 minutes into my sun time, I would get hard. Nothing is as provocative as having a raging hard on in your backyard. Knowing that anyone who really tried would be able to see me was exciting. Soon I started to throb. I think every man is an exhibitionist at heart.
It was generally at about this time that I would sit up a little and grab the baby oil. I loved the look of the shimmering oil as I started to rub it on my lightly hairy chest. I enjoyed the feel of my slick hands rubbing over my nipples repeatedly. I took my time as I dribbled the oil down my belly, and then slowly but firmly rubbed it into my skin. I was ready to explode by the time I got down to my cock and balls. I was very generous with the oil as I applied it to my genitals. Rubbing it in firmly and slowly. The look of my glistening body after applying the oil was intoxicating to me. I secretly wished my neighbors WERE sneaking a peek - and if they were, I was going to give them one hell of a show.
I kept rubbing my thick cock, getting lost in the incredible feeling, and would start to moan. As I started massaging harder and pumping faster, I laid back down to enjoy the sensations more. My other hand worked it's way around my chest, then down to my balls, and back to my ass. I would lift my legs and start fingering my hole as I pumped my hips. I started furiously fucking my hand and was getting near to my orgasm when I realized a problem. I liked to eat my cum after masturbating, but my hands were both covered with oil. I did not want to taste the oil. I finally decided that I could still enjoy the taste of my salty cock juice without getting any oil. I waited until I was at the point of no return, then threw my legs all the way up over my head, aiming my cock right at my face, and shot my load. Spurt after spurt came falling from my cock, and more than half of it made it into my eager mouth. I savored the taste of it, rolling it around on my tongue and wishing my cock had been long enough that I could suck even more of it out of myself. If I had been as lucky as that - like some guys are - I would never have needed another person to satisfy me. I could have pleased myself all my life and been content.
Spent, I would then lay back down, or roll over, and get some more rays while I dozed on and off. It was a ritual I repeated a couple of times a week. Sometimes with no oil, most times eating my own salty cum, every time masturbating and shooting. A few times I even shot my load and used it as a type of lotion on my chest. God, how I loved the feel of hot cum being rubbed into my chest.
Apparently, about 3 weeks into the summer, my neighbor had some time off work and came home early. He had also been outside sunbathing when he heard me start to moan, and quietly came to the fence to investigate. He was not only a little exhibitionistic, but also a bit of a voyeur, so he got excited watching me please myself in my backyard. And when he saw me eat my own cum one time, he decided I must be gay, and decided that he would do something about it before the end of the summer.
He actually had tried something to get my attention a couple of weeks before coming over to my house that fateful evening. He stayed home from work for a few days, and waited until I was out sunbathing in my yard. But before my libido could begin to kick in, he made some noise over in his yard that attracted my attention. Curious, I quietly moved over to the fence where I could get a good look at what he was doing, but where he could not easily see me.
He was sitting in a lounge chair, naked, facing my direction. I had a perfect look at everything he had. His firm pecks, washboard abs, muscular legs, and shaved cock - which he was at the moment lovingly massaging. His cock was thicker than any I had ever seen. It seemed impossibly wide, and while his cock was not short by any means, the thickness of it gave the impression that it was shorter than it really was. It looked almost to be the shape of a Pepsi can, tapering to the bulbous head.
He had his sunglasses on, so I could not tell if he was looking at me or not. But by then, I did not care. All I wanted to see was this god shooting his hot load all over his gorgeous body. If he saw me looking, tough shit. If he did not want to be seen, he should not be doing this in his backyard and making noise.
He kept working his enormous sausage with one hand while making love to himself with the other. He played with his nipples; rubbed his chest and abs lovingly, every now and then he would massage his balls or let his fingers sneak into the crack of his ass for a moment. It looked to me like he had to be gay - the way he was enjoying himself so much. But straight men did some of these same things as well - I had been told. Many straight men's sex manuals taught that men should explore themselves in these ways and enjoy masturbation fully. So watching him do these things to himself - while a HUGE turn on for me - did not necessarily mean he would be willing to have sex with another man.
As he got closer to climax, he stopped playing with his body so much and focused on his pulsing cock and tightening sack. He moaned louder and louder, and I could have sworn that at one point he called out my name. But I was not sure after it had happened whether I heard him right or not. After all, I was enraptured by the sight of that monstrous cock preparing to explode, while at the same time rapidly bringing myself closer to orgasm. And from the sounds of it, we were about to cum at the same moment.
Just as I reached the point of no return, and started to shoot into my hand, he popped. My God! I had never seen sperm fly so far as his wad shot! The initial spurt arched all the way over his head and landed on the patio three feet behind his chair! He had to have the strongest Keigel muscles known to man! The second shot hit him in the face, splashing one lens of his sunglasses, smearing his cheek, and partly falling into his mouth. He savored the cum that landed on his tongue - which caused me to shoot another three spurts, even though I thought I had finished expelling my load. As his orgasm wound down, he left a trail of cum down his chest and into his belly button. I watched as he started to rub his cum around his chest and onto his pecks. I was so hot that I put my hand to my mouth and started lapping my own cum out of it, secretly hoping he would see me doing it. Impossibly, he scraped some cum off his abs with two fingers, and licked them clean while I was drinking my own love juice.
I figured he HAD to be gay. I had never known straight men to be that interested in tasting their own cum. Although, the first time I got the idea to try my own was when I read about it in a straight sex manual. The sex therapist that wrote the book told about how erotic it was for a man to taste his own semen. He encouraged trying it after masturbation, licking it off a woman's breasts, even lapping it out of her pussy after cumming inside her during intercourse. I had tried many of those things with my wife when I had been married, and could not get enough of it! But then, I was also disposed to wanting sex with other men, so I was not terribly surprised that I enjoyed it so much. And now, here I was enjoying the salty taste of my own cum while watching my hot neighbor licking his own off his fingers.
I was so tempted to jump over the fence and start licking his cum off for him, and actually might have started to do just that - if my phone had not rung at that precise moment, breaking me out of my trance and scaring me into thinking I might be seen by him. I ducked down and ran into the house without looking back. Little did I know that he had been trying to get me to do just that - come over and lick his body clean. He wanted to entice me with this little show, and it worked! But, unfortunately, we had not met up with each other because of my fears.
He was getting very turned on sitting there telling me that he had been trying to seduce me that afternoon. While he told me about it, his hands started to rub his own legs and then my legs. One of his hands then started rubbing at his crotch - then my crotch. He kept moving closer to me as he talked, making me throb with anticipation and grow hard as I recalled the events of that afternoon. Before I knew it, he had climbed on top of me and we started kissing passionately.
Nothing else mattered to me as his tongue slipped into my mouth and started entwining with mine. He had the most powerful lips, the most passionate kiss. I could tell that he was not just horny and wanting some release. He wanted me. The best part about it was how fiercely I wanted him as well.
He sat up, and waited for me to make the next move. It did not take me more than a minute to reach up, and tear open his shirt. My God, he had the nicest chest and most gorgeous abs I had ever seen up close. His pecks were strong and round. His six pack was perfectly defined. And there was not a trace of hair on his deeply tanned skin. Other than the dark patches of sweet scented growth in his armpits, there was no other hair to be seen. Not even a love trail descending from his belly. And it was clear that he did not have to shave this mouth-watering chest. He was naturally hairless here - a light, shimmering trace of short, clear hair betrayed his natural smoothness.
I sat up into him and took his left nipple into my mouth. As I suckled at it and gently bit down, he responded by cradling my head lovingly against him. We were beginning to make love to each other. This would not only be a wild and passionate sexual encounter. This was the beginning of sharing each other completely. This very evening, we were going to become one. I yearned to be inside of him, to have him inside of me, and I eagerly awaited the moment that I would taste his private seed as it sprayed into my mouth from his throbbing cock. I wanted it so bad that I tried to suck his salty cum out through his nipples. He was so sensitive, that my actions nearly brought him to orgasm right then. He lovingly, but firmly, redirected my attentions further down his hard, manly frame.
I licked and sucked my way down to his belly button, lingering lovingly. I gave him a tongue bath like he has never before had. I teased his navel as we swapped positions so that I was now the aggressor on top. While I continued to lick his abs clean, I unbuttoned his fly and slid his pants down off his legs - his low rise briefs along with them. Immediately, I was hit with the hearty, manly scent of his musk. I could wait no longer; I had to take his cock into my mouth.
Unlike his naturally hairless torso, his genitals were meticulously shaved clean. Other than the fact that his cock was much thicker than it looked from over the backyard fence, and other than the fact that it was huge, hard and throbbing, his genitals were as clean and hairless as a young boy. Every bit of hair had been closely shaved from his pubic mound, his cock, his testicles and his ass. I had the pleasure of licking everywhere without the annoyance of tangled hair in the way. His skin tasted so good. Lightly salty, moist and smooth. I rubbed his massive cock as I finished licking the surrounding areas, and headed right for his manhood.
I could not get him completely into my mouth. I could get the head and a couple of inches in, but below that was so thick and long that I could not open up wide enough to accommodate it. As I furiously sucked at the head and licked at his frenulum, all I could think was that if he tried to shove this monster into my ass, I would split in two. But, God, was I going to enjoy getting ripped apart by it. I had never before been fisted. In fact, nothing larger than a banana or a thick dildo had ever invaded my tight ass. But that was all going to change.
His rapid and shallow breathing told me that he was getting very near fertilizing my mouth with his hot sperm shower. I took his cock in both hands and massaged it quickly while doubling my efforts on the tip. My work was soon rewarded with a spray of cum so forceful that I nearly gagged. I took the first two spurts well, but after that had to let it gush out of the sides of my mouth and run down my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his supply of cum was in every way indicative of the massive cock which fed it to me. He finally subsided and started to moan and soften, giving me a chance to really taste his semen as I playfully sucked up everything that had run out of my mouth and dripped back onto his cock. He tasted so good. He seemed to enjoy it so much. Then he fell asleep.
I was at first offended that he would drop off, but judging from the size of his release, he had not had a good blow job in months. He may not have even beaten off himself since that show in his backyard the month before. He deserved a small reprieve and a moments rest following that orgasm.
But I could not wait to have my own release. So while he lightly slept, I stripped of my clothes, and started to stroke my own stiff meat over his cock. As horny as I was, it was only a minute or two before I was ready to shoot my wad. Aaron roused from his nap just before I reached my climax. He sat up and said, "Wait! Let me bring you!"
But there was no time. I had intended to discharge my cum onto his cock and balls - then lick them clean to rouse him from his rest. But he sat up into me as I started to shoot, and instead I sprayed his neck and chest. Halfway through my orgasm, he took my throbbing penis into his mouth and sucked out what remained inside me. He worked my cock so expertly that the feeling seemed to last forever. His tongue and lips took me further over the edge than I had ever been before. Every nerve in my body was screaming with ecstasy as wave after wave of cum coursed through my rod and into my lovers' eager mouth.
After I finally finished my release and started to soften, I pushed Aaron back and slowly licked my remaining sperm off his lips, jaw, and chest. It had trickled down his washboard and I chased the trail with my tongue, anxious to get another chance to lick his tool. But before I could get into this joy, he pushed me back, lifted my legs up, and went down on my ass hole with his tongue.
Nothing has ever felt as good as rimming, and my neighbor had been expertly schooled at how best to do it. He fucked my ass with his tongue, bringing me pleasure in ways I never would have thought possible. I was so hot again by the time he finished that I wanted his cock inside me even if it meant I needed stitches once he was done. I begged him for it, but he denied me this desire. Lovingly, he explained that he did not want to hurt me, and that we would have to work up to that moment over some time. But that it would be every bit as enjoyable getting me ready. Until then, he could not wait another moment to get me into him. He leaned back on the couch, pulling me over on top of him, and pulled up his legs to hook over my shoulders. "Fuck me good," he said. "Show me what that raging cock of yours can do!"
I was a little disappointed by his words, because I was pouring my heart and soul into this encounter, while he was making it sound like a one-night stand. Perhaps he could see the disappointment on my face, because he then said, "I love you, Allan. I want no one else but you. But because I have hungered after your throbbing cock for so long, I have to have you fuck me soon, or I'll go out of my mind with desire! I love you, but I gotta have you fuck me!"
So fuck him I did, with every ounce of energy left in me. His hole was well used, and he was able to take my hard cock without complaint. But he was still tight enough for it to feel fantastic to me. As I fucked his ass, I massaged his member with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. He was hard in no time, and enjoying every pinch, every rub, and every thrust. As I filled him with my cum - from the other end, this time - he came as well, his sweet cum ribbons splashing on my chest and jaw, then slowly dripping onto him. I could feel us melting into one. We were more completely one than I had ever been with my wife. I laid down on him and kissed his strong lips, probing his mouth with my tongue the way I had just probed inside him with my cock. His cum was warm and sticky, and when we had rested a bit, we enjoyed licking it off each other's chest and neck. I knew that we were going to be inseparable from that time on.